The Lime-tree Bower My Prison [addressed To Charles Lamb, O Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRGS TFUVWXYZA2B2C2AD2KE2 F2G2H2I2J2K2L2M2N2 RZO2P2Q2R2VS2VC2T2U2 V2W2U2VX2Y2Z2A3B3U2I 2C3Z2D3Z2E3RVOF3G3H3Well they are gone and here must I remain | A |
This lime tree bower my prison I have lost | B |
Beauties and feelings such as would have been | C |
Most sweet to my remembrance even when age | D |
Had dimm'd mine eyes to blindness They meanwhile | E |
Friends whom I never more may meet again | F |
On springy heath along the hill top edge | G |
Wander in gladness and wind down perchance | H |
To that still roaring dell of which I told | I |
The roaring dell o'erwooded narrow deep | J |
And only speckled by the mid day sun | K |
Where its slim trunk the ash from rock to rock | L |
Flings arching like a bridge that branchless ash | M |
Unsunn'd and damp whose few poor yellow leaves | N |
Ne'er tremble in the gale yet tremble still | O |
Fann'd by the water fall and there my friends | P |
Behold the dark green file of long lank weeds | Q |
That all at once a most fantastic sight | R |
Still nod and drip beneath the dripping edge | G |
Of the blue clay stone | S |
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Now my friends emerge | T |
Beneath the wide wide Heaven and view again | F |
The many steepled tract magnificent | U |
Of hilly fields and meadows and the sea | V |
With some fair bark perhaps whose sails light up | W |
The slip of smooth clear blue betwixt two Isles | X |
Of purple shadow Yes they wander on | Y |
In gladness all but thou methinks most glad | Z |
My gentle hearted Charles for thou hast pined | A2 |
And hunger'd after Nature many a year | B2 |
In the great City pent winning thy way | C2 |
With sad yet patient soul through evil and pain | A |
And strange calamity Ah slowly sink | D2 |
Behind the western ridge thou glorious Sun | K |
Shine in the slant beams of the sinking orb | E2 |
Ye purple heath flowers richlier burn ye clouds | F2 |
Live in the yellow light ye distant groves | G2 |
And kindle thou blue Ocean So my friend | H2 |
Struck with deep joy may stand as I have stood | I2 |
Silent with swimming sense yea gazing round | J2 |
On the wide landscape gaze till all doth seem | K2 |
Less gross than bodily and of such hues | L2 |
As veil the Almighty Spirit when yet he makes | M2 |
Spirits perceive his presence | N2 |
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A delight | R |
Comes sudden on my heart and I am glad | Z |
As I myself were there Nor in this bower | O2 |
This little lime tree bower have I not mark'd | P2 |
Much that has sooth'd me Pale beneath the blaze | Q2 |
Hung the transparent foliage and I watch'd | R2 |
Some broad and sunny leaf and lov'd to see | V |
The shadow of the leaf and stem above | S2 |
Dappling its sunshine And that walnut tree | V |
Was richly ting'd and a deep radiance lay | C2 |
Full on the ancient ivy which usurps | T2 |
Those fronting elms and now with blackest mass | U2 |
Makes their dark branches gleam a lighter hue | V2 |
Through the late twilight and though now the bat | W2 |
Wheels silent by and not a swallow twitters | U2 |
Yet still the solitary humble bee | V |
Sings in the bean flower Henceforth I shall know | X2 |
That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure | Y2 |
No plot so narrow be but Nature there | Z2 |
No waste so vacant but may well employ | A3 |
Each faculty of sense and keep the heart | B3 |
Awake to Love and Beauty and sometimes | U2 |
'Tis well to be bereft of promis'd good | I2 |
That we may lift the soul and contemplate | C3 |
With lively joy the joys we cannot share | Z2 |
My gentle hearted Charles when the last rook | D3 |
Beat its straight path along the dusky air | Z2 |
Homewards I blest it deeming its black wing | E3 |
Now a dim speck now vanishing in light | R |
Had cross'd the mighty Orb's dilated glory | V |
While thou stood'st gazing or when all was still | O |
Flew creeking o'er thy head and had a charm | F3 |
For thee my gentle hearted Charles to whom | G3 |
No sound is dissonant which tells of Life | H3 |
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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